“I’m kind of a lightweight these days.”“Yeah; me too,” she said, balancing on my shoulder. “This was a great night.”“It really was,”...I said. “I’m so happy I got to see you again, Chelsea.”She rubbed her hand along my neck and leaned into me even closer. We looked at each other, all smiles, eye-fucking each other with abandon. Then I leaned in and planted a kiss on those cherry red lips.Chelsea’s head turned, and we started to make out. I turned toward her, and we resumed our hug from earlier in. He couldn’t help but stare. Her hair wasn’t one of those tamer or quasi-red shades, like auburn or strawberry-blond. No, this woman’s hair was a true, fiery orange-red. It shimmered under the room’s bright lights, yet still looked soft. He had to tamp down a sudden urge to reach his hand out and touch it. ‘Yes?’ He glanced at the lanyard that hung around her neck. ‘Ah, Ms. Clemmons, is it?’ ‘Call me Goldie.’ As she smiled, he noticed that her face had a considerable amount of large, brown. You either have it or you don’t. If you are empathetically challenged, then it is not your calling. In the oncology section of the hospital he worked in, Dr. Johnson recognized his special talent with the terminal patients and often made mention of it to Darcy.In fact, Dr. Johnson was the one to advise Darcy to become a freelance night nurse and do his own thing. Many terminal patients who were not going to make it elected to spend their last few weeks at home and according to Dr. Johnson,. Shannon looking back and forth between us:"Hmm, who to fuck first?" Well Ben, you did find me and brought me here...soooo..."She then went wide-eyed as I began to smile, then stopped and said with a smirk:"You get to watch Kevin fuck me!!"She then giggled at me as she quickly jumped on top of Kevin and began kissing him wildly as she began to grind on his cock. As she grinded back in forth across his junk, the short, silky slip slid up to reveal her black, satin, full back, bikini panties. I.